Len

The tour of forgotten streams continues...

A quick hour on the really tiny River Len. First cast produced one of the biggest chub I've ever caught on a fly, though the photos proved unusably blurry. 

Plenty of others hiding in the numerous rafts of fallen branches, though as ever, plenty more chances thrown away by too sudden a movement (mostly caused by the stinging nettles and brambles that were having a field day with my ankles) or just falling down the bank...